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The Solace of
Nature
An International Anthology of
Poetry
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The Solace of Nature, Anthology of poetry/ © copyright 2013 All Rights Reserved.
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‘The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or
unhappy is
to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet,
alone
with the heavens, nature and God.
Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be
and
that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple
beauty of nature. I firmly believe that nature brings
solace
in all troubles.’
- Anne Frank
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Index of Authors:
1.Marieta Maglas Page 5
2. Ajay Ajmera Page 8
3. Anita Sehgal Page 10
4. Ndaba Sibanda Page 14
5. Alejandro Medellin Page 16
6. Bibhakar Dutta Page 20
7. Echezonachukwu Nduka Page 23
8. Mariah Jolliff Page 28
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Marieta Maglas
Born in Romania, the poetess Marieta Maglas
studied at the University of Medicine in Cluj-
Napoca (1982-1987). Her poetry was published
on different English literary magazines like
Ezine Articles, Velvetillusion (Alabama)
,Articlebase, Allvoices’’, German Trans , The
Secret (la Revista), International Festival of
Poetry in Vancouver ,Canada,on April 2013,
FWM Magazine and many others.
'I think it annoys God if you walk by the color purple in a field
and don't notice.'
- Alice Walker
From "The Color Purple"
Autumn's Grace
The autumn’s dream may keep its dying grace
With flecks of bleeding leaves dressed in yellow.
The cold wind's scorch may wither the green space
The sweet fruits a bit more need to mellow.
And autumn’s tear on every leaf perceives
The cold wind, which scorches green so cruelly,
Till glass fleck shade of bleeding yellow leaves
The wet world to meet its ground so coolly.
And autumn’s red may silence the bird’s voice,
When shivers of the tree the rain embrace,
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And nature's hide having no other choice.
The winter slowly comes showing her face.
Spring (Double Rondelet Triolet)
With a deep touch,
The red poppy awakes the grass.
With a deep touch,
Red wants green's vibration so much,
The sun awakes the sky's watch glass.
The sky vibrates like a string bass
With a deep touch.
The red flowers bloom in the spring,
When the time of the green grass comes.
The sky vibrates like a bass string.
The red flowers bloom in the spring.
I see the nature's purest swing.
The wind searches his bongo drums.
The red flowers bloom in the spring,
When the time of the green grass comes.
I see His love
Like a white lily among thorns.
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I see His love
Like in clefts of the rock, a dove.
When red flower its grass adorns,
And her dead winter, spring mourns,
I see His love.
Shadows are inlaid in color,
When red poppy awakes the grass.
Land becomes a multicolor,
Shadows are inlaid in color.
When the cuckoo is a caller,
The sun awakes the sky's watch glass.
Shadows are inlaid in color
When red poppy awakes the grass.
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Ajay Ajmera
I was born and raised in NC, USA and am
currently a freshman at East Carolina
University, in Greenville, NC. I aspire to
become a medical doctor.
'In my garden, after a rainfall, you can faintly, yes, hear the
breaking of new blooms.'
- Truman Capote
A Day Away
Sponge, soak me up
from the sweetest, crystal clear,
breathing in the fresh, salty, air
inhale exhale
inhale exhale
stopping
ever so softly
so pleasantly abrupt,
gazing into the horizon
and slowing down
to take in... inhale
this sweet pause. Exhale
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A Cup of Tea
What is
the
anthropomorphic
personification of
your
artistic soul?
Immerse
me
in the
gently
flowing ocean
of your secret
epithet.
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Anita Sehgal
My interest in poetry has been a fallout of my
inclination towards spirituality. It has
introduced me to the awareness of the softer
side of life. As a former banker and with
involvement in the financial markets there was
little that motivated me towards poetry. I am
thankful that my thoughts on the phenomena
called life have had the opportunity to
manifest.
'Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must
carry it with us or we find it not.'
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Life
Life has shut its doors on me.
However, hard I pound and knock.
It does not respond.
I long to reach out to the joys and the smiles of life,
But they are not for me.
My mind space is filled with desperation,
the spirit is dejected.
I live in my head.
Thoughts weave a tight net grasping me firmly.
How can I empty my cup to refill it with life?
I know life exists for I have had glimpses of it.
The warm inviting rays of the sun peeping through the canopy of the trees,
the cool soothing feel of the water running through my fingers,
the wind softly rustling through the leaves,
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the clouds floating without a care in the blue and the
brilliant beckoning hues in the evening sky.
In these moments everything stopped …
And I had a glimpse of LIFE.
Little by little, the knots in my heart melted.
I reached out…
Moved out of my head into my heart.
And felt and felt.
Life crept in slowly.
That sense of wonder,
which I had lost, made its way back.
The blood pulsating in my veins made me feel alive again.
The miracle of life itself enveloped me in its magic …
Life invited and said, 'Trust.., come live once more …
Cast aside your burdens for I shall take care of you'.
Himalayan Bride
Resplendent in its snow-capped glory,
Stands the tallest peak
untouched.
Thinly veiled by the floating crowd,
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Its fine silhouettes barely outlined.
Like a shy bride
Awaiting a lover.
The golden orb lifts the veil with a touch of his gentle rays.
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Nature
I stand at the edge
of the cluster,
And watch with bated breath the spaces between leaves,
For they seem to hold a secret.
So tight, divine and sacred
Thick with the silence
Of the mystery of existence,
I dare not step in to disturb nature,
Offerings its prayers to the Almighty!
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RAPED
The dry river beds
where once were meandering rivers.
Water marks remain
where once were waterfalls.
Naked mountains cover their shame with a clump of trees,
Mounds of garbage' replace the verdant green
gaping wounds on hammered mountains.
Why bewail when nature retaliates?
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Ndaba Sibanda
Sibanda is a Zimbabwean-born writer. He hails
from Bulawayo, Zimbabwe`s second largest
city. He is one of the most prolific poets to
emerge from that Southern African country.
A former National Arts Merit Awards (NAMA)
nominee, Ndaba’s poems, essays and short
stories have been published in Africa and the
US. His latest anthology, The Dead Must Be
Sobbing was published in March 2013.
He lives in Saudi Arabia.
‘The rich fire of the orange sunset gloriously announces the
coming night.’
- Susan S. Florence
Nature is Life
I like to take a walk into the forest each time l visit the countryside.
I immerse into its thickness, and feel the awesomeness
of Mother Nature.
The proximity to undiluted life intoxicates my body
I lend an ear as birds sing their happy harmonies
in their charming and chirping way.
Those harmonies make love to my eardrums.
The reptiles wow me to no end as they
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wiggle in their amazing way
to their homesteads.
I marvel at the beauty
of vegetation,
And I condemn
any deforestation.
No Leap but a Grip
You got me
exploding and imploding.
I seek no freaking fun.
I bet l have to fondle
those breasts till they
spurt out something milky,
ripple those tender lips till
they sing something speechless,
caress those cheeks till
tears of joy cascade down.
Your face, your body and water your hot heart
with my raging flood of affections
surely, a little - yes, little romance
cannot be dominance.
You got me crimping with your grip
my heart is experiencing a little leap.
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Alejandro Medellin
My name is Alejandro; I am a sophomore at
the University of North Texas with a major in
journalism. I am 19 years old and I am from
Brownsville Texas. Poetry has been on my
passions for about two years now, and I
although I am young, I would like to think that
I am getting better at what I do. I love poetry
but have no plans to make it my career. I just
enjoy writing about what I am going through,
and I like to think that honesty is my goal. I
strive not to educate but to explain the things
in life that are horrible or beautiful. I'm just a
scribe searching for the truth.
'Nature is the art of God.'
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Poem of All of Us
Human are dreamers,
Sad little believers,
Liars and cheaters,
Hypocritical sinners;
9 am dinners.
Some are born leaders;
Others are readers,
Who prefer well written stories,
And like to bask in their glories,
Failures and goals,
Lovers and foes.
They say life is real.
It's a hard fruit to peel.
Even tougher to swallow,
Humans are callow,
Trusting and tasteless,
Hiding in screens to seem faceless,
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Flawed to the bones,
Harder than stones.
But inside, we are brittle,
We achieve so little,
And fail so great.
However that is fine,
We forget with white wine,
Or old Scottish whiskey.
Life is too short, not to be risky.
We fall if we must, but we rise again stronger.
Days won't get longer,
Our years won't be many.
So, spend every penny,
And live every minute.
Don't squander, and kill it.
Why leave with regret?
Live in a story, no one will forget.
The Moon Also Sets
Have you ever stayed up till sunrise?
When the sun high fives the sky.
It seems like a surprise,
Or maybe a lie.
Don't you wish to fly,
and to touch the clouds with the tips
On your fingers?
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It is like when you kiss lips,
And the sweetness just lingers.
But still you are stuck,
And hungry to live.
Try your luck.
But, I believe,
That this is meant,
when you trip on stones,
And land on cement.
Have you ever filled your lungs
with joy instead of air?
You climb these rungs,
But you don't know where
damn it’s tough
to be content,
or to love,
And not repent.
The actions, which you choose
To live without hate,
And to be close,
But not to be late,
To those times
Those are worth pictures.
I chose rhymes,
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And I ignored scriptures.
I am sure you haven't dealt,
With problems right away.
And I know you felt,
The price you had to pay.
You live and learn,
Or die and forget,
To always burn,
What you regret.
The game of life,
Is not so simple.
Like thrusting a knife,
Inside your pimple.
Are you that weak person?
Just be strong.
Yes, it is bleak,
But life is long.
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Bibhakar Dutta
Studying English literature. Graphic designer,
2D, 3D animation expert, social worker and a
politician as well. I am a man of simple lifestyle.
I always try to remove poverty and class system
from my society because all are equaled (poor
or rich). We need equal distribution of wealth in
society as we all need fresh air for health, and a
good systemic lead for wealth. I am spiritual
and always curious to know more about
divinity....
'We do not see nature with our eyes, but with our
understandings and our hearts.'
- William Hazlett
I Have Left the Door of Glory and Praise
I have left the door of glory and praise.
I just think of my memoirs.
I have just got a meed.
Yes, my name has been chosen from the heap of hatred
But, I want to be a suitor for those poor-houses.
I want to share their agony.
I know their untamed indignation,
Because they live in indignity.
I am now an indissoluble part of such community.
I have no regard for my individuality.
I want to share your pang,
When you miss your betrayer.
Lose all, and release your suspense.
This world is beautiful, and we need not to squabble.
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Spurn all spurious bonds.
These are the causes of scourge.
These are scorching.
We have to sustain…
We shall earn the self-consciousness.
So, I have left the hall of recompense.
I have left the door of glory and false praise.
Purity
Tears drop from my eyes.
Shall I compare it with a dew-drop?
A dew-drop!
It is a refresher.
It gives strength to our mind,
It brings a new feeling.
When I see it, I forget my missing.
Have you any doubt for its purity?
But the drops shedding from my eyes also says, “I am pure, watch it,
think it, and feel it."
Yes, grief is the part a mournful fellow tortured by a tormentor.
I can smell its flavor.
A mild heart exposes its righteousness by these drops of tear.
Now, I have learned to sacrifice
as I am a human being not a device.
I have feelings.
Yes, now, I can see something more into a dew-drop.
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I can meditate the similarity
among tears and dew-drops.
I understand the purity.
I am not a pursuivant of misanthropy.
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Echezonachukwu Nduka
ECHEZONACHUKWU NDUKA: Nigerian writer,
poet, playwright, classical musician and
musicologist. Born in 1989, he has
distinguished himself in classical music
performance as a fine classical concert pianist
and organist. Very prolific, he has authored
over eighty poems and is widely published on
several internet poetry blogs, sites and
magazines. He has been described by critics as
a poet with a height of inspiration. He
presently lectures at the department of music
in Alvan Ikoku Federal College of Education,
Owerri, and Imo State, Nigeria.
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'The ocean . . . cold and wild the surf, rushing in to overwhelm
the beach, the wind, stinging my cheeks, enveloping me
in total freedom.'
- Scott Holman
Goodbye to Sorrow, Welcome to 'Morrow
Goodbye to sorrow, welcome
to 'morrow.
For thine dooms day brought
great toil.
So, from eternal source of joy
we borrow
Our penchant for peace on
our soil.
We bade farewell to your
long servitude,
Which kept us all on all
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our toes.
Thus, changing our age-long
preserved attitude
For you, we drank the cup
of our foes.
Now on our faces, tears of
joy roll
They wash away all clear
sinister marks,
Which you embedded to play
your role.
Thus, we carried our sorrows in
huge sacks.
What way the evil can lie in
your mind?
That for all men so mighty
and brave;
To us you sent your sorrow
to find,
And they sought to send us
to our graves.
Now, my heart shall be
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peaceful forever,
For we, now, bade goodbye to
your sorrow,
And thus, we welcome a
blissful 'morrow,
Which shall calm our
minds forever!
Farewell to Love
Of all the love I have
ever known,
All the kisses decorating
my lips,
Yours are the truest of all has
clearly shown,
More beauty than all fine
dancing hips.
But now, like distant clouds
running to nowhere,
Like a troubled troubadour
chasing dark clouds,
Your love has taken to her
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heels in defiance.
Farewell to love my heart
is locked.
If like all troubadours
I sing and dance;
If like all true scholars
I read and write;
Why should your love jettison
my poor heart?
Farewell to love my heart
is locked.
I have turned my eyes
away.
My heart has gone so much
astray
Like lost sheep wandering in
the wild.
No more shall my feelings
be mild.
Cupids flying past my
scary window
stopped to sing some
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songs of sorrow.
For your sake, they took off
with the wind.
Farewell to love my heart
is locked.
Tell this tale to tiny
tailors,
For the love-suit they make
is fake!
Let them make winter-coats
for sailors,
For fine love-suit, I shall myself
make.
Shall my heart ever love
again?
Shall cupids arrow pierce my
heart?
For your sake, I’ll fly away from
Love.
Farewell to love my heart is locked.
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Mariah Jolliff
My name is MARIAH JOLLIFF; I am 19 years old
born in Chicago but lives in Texas. I'm enrolled
right now in Ctc College working on my degree.
I’ve been writing poetry since i was in 8th
grade and i hope my poetry can relate to
several others in life.
'How easy and simple it is to live enjoyably when the simple,
interminable blue of the sky, with its long wisps of white
clouds, become a pleasant thing to behold, a thing of
beauty that thrills you every time you care to look skyward.'
- John Schindler
On A Rainy Day
On a rainy day for me,
It’s like everything
comes out,
All the pain and the
tears.
I just wish sometimes
The story of my life
was different.
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Rainy days like this the
tears never stop.
No matter how many
times you wipe your
face.
The tears seem to
never fade away.
Blemishes I carry over
my heart.
Millions of them stuck
in one spot.
It’s a sign of hurt that's
not going anywhere.
Deep down inside my
heart, is slowly fading
away.
On a rainy day like this,
it feels like my whole
life disappearing my
way.
No family, no friends
just me all alone
Rainy tears still here
after all the praying
I've done.
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Sometimes, just feel
like nothing could work,
But people always say
"Mariah never gives up"
I try my best to follow
these words,
But something always
seems to step in the
way.
I just wish, sometimes,
things would go my
way.
Maybe all this pain
cause me to be off
track,
Or maybe there is
something that can
make it leave my heart,
and never come back.
I try to be strong, but
rain just falls down
Each and every day on
my knees.
With my hands
together ,
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I pray on this rainy day
That the pain and the
tears would wash away.
LATELY
Lately, my mind been so gone,
My heart been so cold,
The stress through my body
Taking each breath slowly,
It is only so much I can hold!
I just want to be left alone.
Nobody understands me.
I have felt so down
Hurting like crazy.
Nobody is there! Nobody is to be found!
I could keep trying to push through,
But my heart cannot take anymore.
I do not know what else to do.
I lean-to reach to the nearest person to me,
But they always seem to be busy.
I guess that is hard for them to see,
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But what I watch.
It hurts me more than what I can bear
& I smile in y’all face
Just to hide it all away.
I wanted to be someone one day,
But my life was not meant to go that way.
Now, y’all see! Here is my life!
& so, y’all know this wasn't always me.
YOU
Where should I start
21 years knowing you?
I can really say you got a good heart.
We can talk about anything,
And you do nothing, but put a smile on my face.
The things you do! The things you say!
Your sexy voice, I love it that way
The naughty thoughts on my mind.
You just do not know, you one of a kind!
The way you dress so clean,
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The scent of your clothes
Damn! Boo…
You got to understand what I mean.
I bull*****you not,
And this is not a game.
Now you tell me, if you are feeling the same!
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